Stay Away, Officer.✔

Twenty

[NEXT MORNING]
*AMBER'S POV*:

I woke up to the sound of a huge fight that soon turned into whispers as I opened my eyes.

I haven't heard any noise around the house ever since Ashley got arrested, and now that she's back, she's probably arguing with Wyatt again.

I don't get why they're always fighting, he's barely even around the house, and when he is, she just finds a way to piss him off, and I know Wyatt, he gets pissed off easily.

I got out of bed, dragging myself back to the living room where Mason and Ashley sat on the couch, each one of them doing something on their own.

Mason and Ashley were the ones fighting?

It can't be! Ashley never argues with Mason... non of us do.

But then again, Mason makes a big deal out of nothing, so she might've done something to annoy him.

You know how he is, always making us feel unprofessional about everything.

It's actually really bad, considering she just came back, and we need to take care of her, because she's been having a hard time lately.

But Mason doesn't know what the word 'caring' stands for.

He thinks everyone should be as strong and serious as he is.

But you know, we all have a breaking point, but he just doesn't seem to understand that.

It's like he blocked us out of his life, except the part where we need to support him on his missions, especially Wyatt.

He takes him with him wherever he goes, while me and Ashley are his second favourites.

I should be happy about that, seeing I wouldn't have to face the police and risk losing my own life, but I said this before, living with Mason's hard work isn't exactly what I like to do, and if he takes me along, I could try to help, but he doesn't want help, he wants full sacrifice and commitment, and  that's why he chooses Wyatt I guess.

"Good morning guys." I said, and Mason smiled, placing me between him and Ashley, before kissing me quickly.

He hasn't done that in a while.

Actually... I haven't seen him in a good mood in ages now, so how is he relaxed after all the screaming I heard?

I didn't give much attention to it, and kissed him back.

For once, I could feel the taste of his actual lips, and not alcohol or weed, which happens extremely rarely.

But our kiss took me back to the last time I kissed Conor at the hospital.

That felt different, and much better.

I have no idea what am I saying, and how could kissing a stranger be better than kissing someone I've known my whole life, but it just is, and that's not as nearly as good as you think it is.

Because if I start having feelings for Conor, I won't wait one second to shoot myself in the head.

Officers shouldn't be loved, they should be killed, because they're the real criminals, not us.

But still, I couldn't help but remember how I slapped him like there's no tomorrow, and he stayed in his place, without saying anything.

If it was Mason, I could imagine the gun pressing over my head with no second thoughts.

But really, my heart ached after that slap, and I knew the boy was already hurting for his friend, but I was just worried, and it happened without my control.